Troubled Paradise

chapter 2

You were glad you walked to yoongi on time, he just seemed to have finished the last of his remaining coffee as he settled the plastic cup down before his eyes turned to meet yours, totally nonchalant as if he wasn't glaring at the back of yours friends just a moment earlier or he wasn't watching you interact with the duo.

"Sorry for making you wait the coffee machine was trying to act like it's owner." Your cheerfully joking voice was met with a curt nod of acknowledgement nothing more nothing less, you realised that was all you were going to get from the brick wall of a man who sit before you so not wasting much effort on it you slipped on the opposite side of the booth to take your seat.

You flashed him a big regular boyish smile of yours which was met with a rather small smile which you couldn't even categorize as a smile but remember it was coming yoongi, this had to be a smile, "so what brings you to my little escapade?" You jumped right In not bothering to make poliet conversations, yoongi was a bit taken aback but not entirely fazed, he had to remind himself that this was you, the girl he had heard plenty things about to know that you weren't the type to do tiptoeing before jumping right in.

He shrugged biting his inner bottom lip in thoughts while he gawked at you with a rather emotionless expression, if you were going to be so straight forward it only made sense that he returned the favor.

"Why did you agree to this marriage ?" He blurted out barely able to hide the curiosity from lacing his voice, you looked at him for a moment analysing him and his question before you placed your elbow on the table and supported your head on your hand, your chin placed in your palm while you bite your lower lip giving his question a thought.

"Because my father asked me to." You answered emotionlessly keeping your voice bored not letting any other emotion lace your tone, he doesn't needs to know that's what you tell yourself, yoongi scoffs at your words before folding his arms against his chest your eyes running to his vieny hands a smirk playing on your lips while you shamelessly ogled him, who clearly was oblivious of your stare as he was looking out the window.

"That sounds too disciplined for someone with the reputation of a trouble maker." He knows his comments are straight out rude but yoongi wasn't known for being the soft talker and he didn't wanted you to have any other impression about him beside what was common public opnion. He expected you to call him out on it or atleast give back a snarky remark but all he got in response was a thoughtful hum before the melodic sound of your giggles filled the air surrounding your both.

Yoongi looked back at you slightly in disbelief and slightly in irritation, you were confusing him he didn't like being confused, he didn't like you, "let's just say I want to be the good daughter for once." Your tone was light sarcasm dripping thick in your words anyone would think you meant it but the glimpse of that crushed emotion which yoongi saw flickering for milliseconds were enough.

He knew what that meant, he knew that feeling far well, a tightness formed in his chest just at the thought of you feeling incompetent a part of his wanting to reach out to your very soul and shower you with endless praises so your eyes would never again show that emotion.

Crap..this was getting all way wrong, he shouldn't be feeling this, "so you wanna waste a lifetime just to play the good daughter game?" Yoongi's words were replicating your sarcasm an perfectly shaped eyebrow of his lifting up while his face held the look of amusement, you grinned back shrugging at his question.

"Doesn't seems like a waste to me, beside it's not like I have anyone in mind for whom I might deny this." You straight out declared not missing the way yoongi looked like you were telling him some insanely unbelievable lie, "you could have someone better suited to be your partner." He quipped keeping his dark and definite gaze fixed on you who just snickered at his statement, he was trying to infiltrate you but you were weird, you were a open book but still it felt like every page had a hidden meaning.